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THE MOKNINQ vSTAR 

4J7 ^MAWMOT AVENCJE 

BOJTO.S MA^5. 



Copyright, 1897. 

BY 

WILDIE THAYER. 



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To the Reader. 

Songs of sunrise break the stillness, 

Banish dreams of night, 
Be like dainty morning-glory, 

Humble in the light. 



Contents* 

PAGE, 

The Dream-ship 7 

To-day 9 

An Emblem 9 

Prayer ..... 9 

Aurora io 

The Sun n 

Possession 12 

Light 14 

Dewdrops 15 



2be Dreanusbip* 



Restfully glided the dream-ship 
On the ocean of mystery deep, 

Set sail, and silently floated 
O'er the quiet, black waters of sleep. 



Some knew not the vessel war passing, 
But dreamlessly rested and slept'; 

And some heard the lull of the waters, 
And wakefully listened and wept. 



Its dark sails were jeweled with star- 
light, 

Were widely and brightly unfurled ; 
While the waves of the Lethe-dark waters 

Were murmuring rest to the world. 



But some caught the dreams as they 
floated ; 

One dreamed that an angel was near, 
One entered the portals of heaven, 

And soul-thrilling music could hear. 



Another was carried in spirit 
To all that ambition could give, 

Another was greeted by dear ones, 
Who only in dreamland could live. 



Still on passed the dream-laden vessel, 
And scattered abroad its supply ; 

Some welcomed the visions it wafted, 
Some shuddered to see them pass by. 



But some saw only the furies, 
And dreamed of the terrors of hell, 

Not even the heavenly sunlight 
These horrible dreams could dispel, 



Night paled, the ship moved more faintly, 
Yet smoothly it passed o'er the deep, 

The moon bathed its face in the sunlight, 
And rested ones wakened from sleep. 



Sunlit waters surrounded the dream-ship, 
Its star-spangled sails were withdrawn, 

And, hoisting the sails of the sunrise, 
'Twas lost in the harbor of dawn. 



Hail ! beautiful princess of dawning, 
Your head is quite lofty and high, 

For now is your life in its morning, 
But, princess — at sunset you die. 



an Emblem* 



The deep and endless beauty 
Of the pure blue sky above 

Is an emblem ever present 
Of the Saviour's love. 



Glorious heaven is before you, 
Banish, then, all earthly care ; 

Angels are rejoicing o'er you, 
Enter through the gate of prayer. 



aurora. 



She comes from her shadowy chamber, 
Robed in the crimson of morn ; 

Down from her palace in heaven, 
Aurora, goddess of dawn. 

Bright is the way which she travels, 
Hastily cloud-gates unfold ; 

Her robe scatters dust as she journeys, 
The dust is the brightest of gold. 



Fair is this goddess of morning, 

Brilliantly, dazzlingly fair ; 
Her eyes eclipse the bright starlight, 

Dew-diamonds gleam in her hair. 

The flowers breathe a welcoming fra- 
grance, 

The birds sing their happiest song, 
Everything sends forth a greeting 

As Aurora passes along. 



Even Sol, who was hiding in darkness, 
Comes from his dungeon of night, 

And smiles on the beautiful goddess, 
Till all the world trembles with light. 



Cbe Sum 

The glorious sun with splendor 

The ocean vast can fill ; 
Within the lake, the river, 

It is reflected still ; 
And yet its light is gleaming 

Within the dewdrop small. 
Sea, river, lake, and dewdrop, 

It glorifies them all. 



possession. 



It is morning ; I can see a 

Carpet of the richest green, 
On which brilliant diamonds glisten 

With a clear and dewy sheen. 
I see cups of flowers, in whose depths 

Is a perfume rare, divine — 
Carpet, diamonds, flowers, and perfume 

All belong to me, are mine. 



It is noonday ; all around me 
Falls a shower of purest gold, 

Gleaming o'er the world resplendent- 
It is mine, this wealth untold. 

Birds are singing with sweet music, 
Which my soul within me lifts, 

And I cry, " O heavenly Father, 
Make me grateful for thy gifts." 



It is twilight ; through the silence 

Comes a whispered vesper sweet : 
" All the silver shower around thee, 

All the jewels at thy feet, 
All the perfect pictures yonder, 

Everything which thou canst see, 
All the wealth thy soul inhaleth 

To enjoy, belong to thee." 



It is night ; still sounds the vesper 

" Look above, and happy be, 
For those starry gems of beauty 

Shining there belong to thee ; 
Heaven itself is thine for asking, 

Cease to sorrow or repine, 
Glories fill the air around thee, 

And this countless wealth is thine 



light 



Light is unseen by you, though 'tis the 

means 
By which you see, by which all things are 

seen ; 
And could you see the light by which you 

see 
You'd heaven behold, for heaven is in the 

light. 
Light though unseen is real ; it teaches us 

Reality of things unseen. 



Stand firm, erect, and face the light ; this 

way 
Now look, behind you is your shadow 

thrown. 
Then when you see earth's shadows ne'er 

forget 
They're formed by light, the glorious light 

unseen, 
But shadows are unreal and powerless. 
Now stand directly underneath the light, 
The shadow now is lost, o'erwhelmed by 

light, 
So lose thyself within the light of God. 



Angels 'round the throne of light 
Are clothed in robes of spotless white. 
Interwoven their garments through, 
Glisten rare diamonds, pure of hue, 
Which fall to earth as drops of dew. 



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